Rejecting Tsinghua and Peking Universities: I Will Lead Harbin Institute of Technology to World Lead

Accidents always happen very suddenly.

With the system's rewards, Lin Feng had even more confidence in China's independent development of aircraft carriers, and even absolute confidence in sixth-generation fighter jets.

half a month.

I spent a full two weeks in seclusion, immersing myself in the system space for more than twelve hours every day, repeatedly deducing, simulating, and optimizing.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

Caller ID: Mr. Qi.

Lin Feng answered the phone, and the old man's slightly tired but excited voice came from the other end: "Xiao Feng, the first batch of clinical trials has been finalized, in Shanghai. It will take place in two days."

"I will definitely be there on time." Lin Feng answered without the slightest hesitation.

After hanging up the phone, he looked out the window at the gradually brightening sky and gently exhaled. The seed of anti-cancer drugs was finally about to sprout.

"Brother Zhao," Lin Feng dialed another number, "make the arrangements. We're going to Shanghai in two days."

"Understood." Zhao Weiguo's reply was concise and forceful.

For the next forty-eight hours, Lin Feng did not stop his research, continuing to simulate the Kunpeng aircraft carrier and the Zhuque fighter jet in space.

Forty-eight hours passed in the blink of an eye; it was time to set off.

The morning at Harbin Airport was rather quiet. As Lin Feng and Zhao Weiguo passed through the security checkpoint, international news was playing on the television screens in the waiting hall. Footage of a major power's aircraft carrier battle group patrolling the South China Sea flashed by, and the announcer's voice was calm and restrained.

Lin Feng paused in his steps.

Zhao Weiguo followed his gaze and said in a low voice, "They've been doing this all these years."

"Okay." Lin Feng withdrew his gaze and continued walking towards the boarding gate. "It won't happen again."

His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

After a three-hour flight, the plane landed at Shanghai Pudong International Airport. As soon as Lin Feng stepped off the jet bridge, he saw Assistant Chen waiting at the arrivals gate.

"Mr. Lin, you must be tired from your journey." Assistant Chen took the luggage from Lin Feng's hands. "Old Qi asked me to take you directly to the hospital."

"Thank you for your help, Assistant Chen."

The car drove out of the airport and merged into the traffic of Shanghai.

The Shanghai hospital is nestled in a quiet corner of the city. As one of the nation's top cancer treatment centers, it witnesses countless lives and deaths every day, and also carries countless hopes.

The car drove directly into the underground parking lot and took a private elevator directly to the top-floor intensive care unit. When the elevator doors opened, Mr. Qi was already waiting at the door.

"Xiao Feng." The old man quickly stepped forward and grasped Lin Feng's hand tightly. "We've been waiting for you."

Behind him stood seven or eight medical luminaries, each a name familiar to those who appear in textbooks. At this moment, these usually serious and dignified seniors wore expressions of barely concealed excitement and nervousness.

"Greetings, seniors. It's been a long time." Lin Feng bowed slightly.

"It has indeed been a long time." An elderly academician with completely white hair waved his hand, his eyes full of appreciation. "Let us witness history together today."

The group walked toward the observation room.

The corridor was lined with thick, radiation-proof glass, through which one could see the wards inside. A dozen or so patients lay in the wards, their bodies connected to various monitoring devices. Though their faces were pale, their eyes shone with a light—the light of hope seen in the face of despair.

"Following your advice," Old Qi said in a low voice, "all the patients participating in the trial were selected from veterans and people who have contributed to the country, as well as their immediate family members. Everyone signed the highest level of confidentiality agreement."

Lin Feng nodded, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the patients one by one. He saw the medal on an old man's chest—a memento of his participation in the border war; he saw the burn scars on the face of a middle-aged man—left from fighting a fire; and he saw a young girl with her father sitting by her bedside, his arm missing a section.

"They are all heroes," Lin Feng said softly.

"Therefore, our responsibility is even greater." Old Qi took a deep breath. "If we fail..."

"It won't fail." Lin Feng interrupted him, his tone calm and firm. "The theory is perfect, and the preliminary animal experiments were successful. What we need now is simply to replicate that success on humans."

Looking at Lin Feng's young yet composed face, Old Qi suddenly laughed: "Sometimes I really wonder how your head is structured."

The door to the observation room was pushed open.

This room resembled a command center, with monitoring screens on three walls displaying real-time footage and vital sign data from various wards. In the center was a large conference table with over a dozen computers, where researchers were already in their positions.

Lin Feng was seated in a corner. The spot wasn't conspicuous, but it offered a great view, allowing him to see all the screens clearly.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you." Old Qi sat down beside him, his voice low. "Your identity cannot be revealed, so your merits..."

"Elder Qi," Lin Feng turned his head and looked into the old man's eyes, "what I care about has never been credit. What I care about is whether China can become strong and whether the Chinese people can be healthy. As long as the medicine is successful, I don't care who gets the credit."

Old Qi was stunned.

He has lived for over seventy years and has seen too many people vying for fame and fortune, too many scholars turning against each other over the right to authorship of a paper, and too many geniuses scheming and plotting for a little honor.

But he had never met anyone like Lin Feng before.

"Alright." The old man patted Lin Feng's shoulder heavily and said no more.

The clock on the wall pointed to nine o'clock in the morning.

"Let's begin," said Old Qi into the microphone.

The order was relayed to each ward. Medical staff in sterile gowns began administering medication to the patients. The clear liquid was slowly pushed into the veins, circulating throughout the body via the bloodstream.

The observation room was so quiet you could hear someone breathing.

Everyone stared at the screen, at the fluctuating data curves.

Heart rate, blood pressure, blood oxygen saturation... everything is normal.

In the first minute, nothing changed.

The fifth minute passed without any change.

In the fifteenth minute, there was still no significant change.

Some people began nervously wiping the sweat from their foreheads.

"Don't rush," Lin Feng's voice suddenly rang out, speaking calmly. "The medication needs time to distribute throughout the body and come into contact with the cancer cells. It's expected to take effect in twenty-five to thirty minutes."

As if to confirm his words, at the twenty-seventh minute, the monitoring data of ward 3 showed the first fluctuation.

"Patient number 3, early-stage lung cancer," a researcher reported, "The tumor marker CA-125 in the blood has begun to decline!"

"Descending rate?"

"0.7 units per minute, accelerating!"

Next up is ward number 5.

"Patient No. 5, stage II cervical cancer, imaging shows the tumor edges are beginning to blur!"

"Patient No. 7, stage III liver cancer, alpha-fetoprotein level decreased by 15%!"

"Patient number 9, stomach cancer..."

One report after another rang out, the voices going from cautious at the beginning to excited later, and finally almost trembling.

Lin Feng remained seated quietly, but his hands, which were resting on his knees, unconsciously clenched into fists.

In the thirty-fifth minute, the first miracle occurred.

"Patient number 3..." The researcher in charge of monitoring suddenly stood up, his voice cracking with excitement, "The imaging shows... the lung tumor has completely disappeared! Repeat, completely disappeared!"

The observation room erupted in chaos.

"How is that possible?!"

"It's only been thirty-five minutes!"

"Quick, verify the data! Is there something wrong with the instrument?"

Old Qi also stood up, but instead of looking at the data for ward number 3, he turned to look at Lin Feng. The shock in the old man's eyes slowly transformed into understanding, relief, and almost reverent respect.

"Xiao Feng..." Old Qi's voice choked with emotion, "You did it."

Lin Feng loosened his clenched fist; his palms were already sweaty. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady: "Continue to observe. It's normal for early-stage patients to respond well; the key is for mid-to-late-stage patients."

But the miracle continued.

At the forty-eighth minute, only a faint shadow remained on the cervical tumor image of patient number 5.

……

The 90th minute!

As the clock struck 10:30, the final report came on: "Patient No. 12, late-stage pancreatic cancer... tumor volume has shrunk by 82%, and activity markers have dropped below the safe level!"

silence.

A silence that lasted ten seconds.

Then, someone broke the silence with a suppressed sob. Then came a second, a third… The usually serious and austere experts all had tears in their eyes; some took off their glasses to wipe them, while others covered their mouths tightly.

What did they witness?

They witnessed the end of an era—the era when cancer was considered incurable was brought to a close at this moment.

They witnessed the beginning of a new era—humanity's first true victory over cancer.

Old Qi slowly walked to the center of the observation room, turned around, and faced everyone. The old man straightened his back, and although his eyes were filled with tears, his voice was loud and clear:

"I hereby announce the commencement of the first batch of clinical trials for Project Dawn—"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over every face before finally settling on Lin Feng in the corner.

"A complete success!"

Thunderous applause erupted.

No, it wasn't just applause. It was cheers, shouts, an explosion of ecstasy after being suppressed for so long. The researchers hugged each other, laughing and crying like children.

Lin Feng remained seated in the corner, quietly observing everything.

He watched the experts weep with joy, watched the patients' faces gradually regain their color on the screen, and watched the family members outside the ward embracing each other and crying.

enough.

It was all worth it.

Old Qi walked through the crowd and stood before Lin Feng. The old man didn't speak, but simply bowed deeply.

Lin Feng quickly got up to help him, but the old man pressed down on his shoulder.

"This bow is not for you," Old Qi said, his eyes glistening with tears. "It is for all the researchers who fought for this day, for the patients who still believed in hope in despair, and for our country that has finally seen the dawn."

He straightened up, his voice softening: "But most importantly, Xiaofeng, thank you."

Lin Feng opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just shook his head.

He doesn't need to be thanked.

He did all of this not out of gratitude.